The bald head howled in his heart, how dare he say it, this man is Mo Nanjue, it is the half-dead Mo Nanjue who everyone is afraid of, galloping in the military and political circles, and even the Ruan family is afraid......

It doesn't work on both sides......

Ruan Yilan is really confused, what do you want him to do to provoke Mo Nanjue's woman!

Just as he was hesitating, he saw a trace of ruthlessness flashing in Mo Nanjue's obsidian-like black eyes, and his bald head just wanted to speak, but only a heart-piercing shout remained, "Ahhh

Bang!

Three more gunshots rang out in the quiet suburbs.

The bald head twitched, rolled his eyes, and almost lost his breath.

Mo Nanjue smiled coldly, blew lightly at the muzzle of the gun that was still smoking, and slapped it the bald face, "Waste your limbs because it's still useful to keep you, everything you did today, I will let you return it in the second half of my life!"

As soon as the man turned to leave, the man in black quickly walked over, put the bald head into a black bag, pulled it up, and carried it into a helicopter on the very side.

"Just ...... What's the sound?"

Tong Ran lay on Mo Nanjue's shoulder in a daze, his eyes opened a slit and looked back, "You killed them all?!"

The voice suddenly grew louder and full of shock.

Monan Jue ...... Really kill them all?!

It's for her, but it'...... Wouldn't it be too cruel?

Tong Ran only felt a chill in his heart, he could fly such a top-notch military helicopter to and fro freely, it seemed that she really didn't know anything about Mo Nanjue's mysterious identity......

The man was noncommittal, hugged her tightly and stepped into the helicopter, "Shut your mouth, save some strength and wait to explain it to me." ”

…… This man really won't let her go easily.

Tong Ran obediently closed her mouth, she was weak now, and it was no good to anger him.

After getting into the helicopter, Tong Ran was about to sit aside, but Mo Nanjue had no intention of letting go, and changed her to a position of holding her horizontally in his arms.

It's like...... Holding a baby is the same.

Tong Ranxing's eyes were tightly closed, and his body trembled slightly uncontrollably.

The man thought that she was sleeping unsteadily, and the hand on her back patted her gently, following her breathing, again and again.

Gentle movements.

Gentle and intoxicating.

Tong Ran twisted his brows in disbelief, but he didn't dare to move, so he secretly opened his eyes a slit, and what caught his eyes was a handsome face with the man's thin lips pursed, and he patted her while reaching out and rubbing her cheek gently.

Her face was dirty.

Moreover, where he just rubbed lightly...... It's the tears she cried just now.

This man is helping her wipe her tears?

He usually avoids even her hair messy, but now he actually reached out to help her wipe the tears on her dirty cheeks?

It must have been her delusion.

She turned her head away, pretending to be asleep and turning over, burying her face deep in his chest.

This turnover, Tong Ran found that his right leg was pressing on Mo Nanjue's hand.

But the man didn't move, nor did he withdraw his hand, just quietly let her hold it down.

Until the helicopter landed in the middle of the garden of the Imperial Dragon Garden.

was hugged off the helicopter by Mo Nanjue, Tong Ran raised his head sleepily, only to find that there was only this helicopter on the lawn.

Mo Nanjue carried her all the way to the door, and Steward Zhou was sitting anxiously on the sofa, looking at her from time to time.

"Young Master, Miss Tong, you are back!"